
Shan misses Mark in every inch of her skin when he travels. She buries her face in his shirt and inhales him. That scent sends her hand down her own stomach, then she phones Effie. Effie slips into Mark’s shirt and boxers. The fabric hangs loose on her round hips and soft breasts, yet the smell is pure Mark. They laugh at first, then Effie’s grip changes. She pins Shan to the sofa, yanks her legs apart, and licks her until Shan’s fingers knot in her hair. Soon Effie fastens the harness. She bends Shan over the arm of the couch and slides the thick strap-on inside, each thrust hard enough to rock Shan’s hips. Sweat slips down their backs. Their breathing turns ragged. Shan comes first, voice cracking; Effie follows seconds later, grinding deep, still wearing Mark’s shirt while her own thighs tremble.
Shan misses Mark in every inch of her skin when he travels. She buries her face in his shirt and inhales him. That scent sends her hand down her own stomach, then she phones Effie. Effie slips into Mark’s shirt and boxers. The fabric hangs loose on her round hips and soft breasts, yet the smell is pure Mark. They laugh at first, then Effie’s grip changes. She pins Shan to the sofa, yanks her legs apart, and licks her until Shan’s fingers knot in her hair. Soon Effie fastens the harness. She bends Shan over the arm of the couch and slides the thick strap-on inside, each thrust hard enough to rock Shan’s hips. Sweat slips down their backs. Their breathing turns ragged. Shan comes first, voice cracking; Effie follows seconds later, grinding deep, still wearing Mark’s shirt while her own thighs tremble.